Every Day I Am Someone Else. I

I Kiss Her And She Finds The Light Switch And Turns It Off, And We're Just Lit In Pepsi-can Colors And It's Like We've Finally Found This Other Kind Of Conversation, This Conversation In Gestures And Pulls And Pushes And Breaths And Grasps And Teases And Glimmers And Rubs And Expectation.

The Mistake Is Thinking That There Can Be An Antidote To The Uncertainty.

That's What It Felt Like - That If I Let A Little Of The Hurt Out, It Would Keep Pouring Out Until I Was A Deflated Balloon Of A Person, With A Big Monster Of Hurt In Front Of Me.

Love Is The Higher Law.

The Key Is To Never Recognize These Imbalances. To Not Let The Dauntingness Daunt Us.